If you would have told me this 6 years ago, I would have said you were mad...
Today is one of those days that it is just breaking my heart that I don't have a baby in the house anymore. A 3 1/2 year old is not a baby, no matter how many times she is called "baby".
Back when I had a constant and steady supply of babies, I longed for the day when more of my day and my body would be "mine". Now, I would love to be holding a little chub, with a unique but recognizable face, that adds a sweetness and joy like no other.
This is one of the difficult parts about leaving your family planning to God. He must want something else from me just now.